No one ever seems to wonder what happens if it turns out we hate living on a planet? What if the sky’s too big? What if the air stinks? What if we go hungry?’ ‘And what if the air tastes of honey? What if there’s so much food we all get too fat? What if the sky is so beautiful we don’t get any work done because we’re all looking at it too much?

Superior numbers versus superior firepower. A recipe for unending slaughter.

Me and Todd? Together against the Mayor?" She smiles. "He doesn't stand a chance.

It's always nice when two people who don't got no one else find each other as friends.

A book… it’s a world all on its own too. A world made of words, where you live for a while.

Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.

Stories don’t end with the writers, however many started the race.